Rude// NH

CHAPTER 1
15th April 2013, Monday.
It was a good sunny day, as pleasant as my mood.
Not.
I despised that day, I felt like curling into a ball and vanishing. It practically felt like ‘Friday the 13th’, but I shouldn’t have felt like that, I had been to so many schools, so it should’ve been easy. But the reality was far, very far from that.
How could I adjust?
My dad was in the army and we always had frequent postings. For the past 7 years, I lived in Nottingham. Nottingham was as beautiful as heaven, maybe even more than that. But my happiness was short-lived. Leaving everything behind, I had to start a new life, in the opposite part of the world, Berlin. I dreaded leaving my friends and my life. But I had no other choice...

Going to a new school was as nerve-wrecking as giving birth to Wolverine. You tend to take shit-load of ‘unnecessary stresses’, let me break it down for you. Meeting new people, new teachers, new personalities, going to new places, having a new canteen, buying new clothes, new shoes, was quite traumatising, and for a socially awkward girl, like me, you can very well imagine, what my state was.
But the time had come. I had to come up with. I had to go through it. I just had to.
I was so lost into my deep, pool of sadness, that I forgot I had to attend a prison named school.
..
Looking presentable was another thing that used to make my mind explode. I could never decide between, a braid or a bun, a shirt or a tee, a skirt or a pair of jeans, sneakers or vans. Like sometimes I wished that I was guy, because-
#1- They do not get punched by the mother-effing Mother Nature on their effing balls.
#2- They do not have to carry a baby for straight nine months weighing 9 pounds in their stupid stomach.
#3- They do not have to take 2 hours to get ready. Like some guys, just came up with whatever the eff they wore, the day before.
I could go on and on but I had to set my mind off the rant and continue with my ‘going- to- be’ daily routine..

Notes